Have you ever walked in the woods in spring and noticed the ferns? They’re coiled, so tight that their new offspring leaves look like tiny fists.
Little hands gripping secrets.
And then, slowly, warmed by the sun they gradually, oh so gradually, unfurl.
The tight little fists of the ferns unfurl into leaves.
Until the creation is complete.
Just as our minds unfurl their ideas into creations and some of us create books!